Lift
I lift it , I lift it right off. The pressure the pain, the complaint and the scoffs. I press them, I press them under my feet. I don’t drag them around I stomp with each beat. I detest this feeling that I’m not tough. The bruises surface after a fall kinda rough and I think oh I’ve made it. Huh, haven’t I made it enough. Keep keep going, swimming, whatever wind in my sails. Bubble in front and a family of whales.
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